We are all cells of a much larger body, and like the cells of our own body it is hard for us to glimpse the whole pattern of the whole of what is happening, and yet we can sense that there is a purpose, and there is a pattern.

I think what we have to do is convince people that matter is tacky.

There is an angel within the monkey struggling to get free, and this is what the historical crisis is all about.

As the bonfires of knowledge grow brighter, the more the darkness is revealed to our startled eyes.

It's meanings that we need to coax into our lives.

The possibility seems to be that what we call styles, or what we call motifs, are actually categories in the unconscious.

What the psychedelic thing can be seen as, when it's done with plants, as a return to Gaia, an immersion in the feminine.